It is. Especially because traveling is stressful enough already. And when you have lots of meds, making sure you have enough, don't need refills, etc, you sure don't need to worry about the tools with TSA.

:). You know, I thought I was being proactive with the clear bag. A friend had Vicodin stolen from her carry on once, under the guise of inspection and I had wine stolen from a checked bag. But apparently you gotta police the wannabe police.

Oh, yes. This! I take a variety of medications, one being a Benzo and I had them in their bottles in a clear bag in my carry-on. This TSA prick pulled the benzo bottle out and held it while he looked at the other meds through the bag. He started to wave me through, STILL HOLDING MY PILLS. The fucker was trying to palm…

I know she was referring to hijab, but was making fun of her ridiculousness through sarcasm.

I’m waiting for someone to explain what, exactly is a “heebeejabi”? I googled it, hoping to be enlightened, but the closest I could find was “heebeejeebee,” but that seems to be a feeling and not something one wears. Coincidentally, a feeling Cheeto Jesus and that delightful woman give me.

Is Rita Ora a model? I’m still not entirely sure who she is or what she does. All I know is every time I hear her name, I think Pizzeria Ora and I get hungry for pizza.

I feel safer now.

Can we just drink instead?

I once quit a job in similar fashion. I received an email on a Friday night and it was the final straw. I sent a resignation email to my boss Saturday and went to the office Sunday morning, typed up a letter outlining everything I’d been holding back for 3 years, along with a list of all the work they now would have…

BURN THEM ALL!

Don’t forget Casey Anthony, the original #TotMom.

First thing that popped into my brain.

Oh my god that poor child! I hope he’s being well cared for now.

Several years ago a guy I went to high school with went on a murder spree spanning 2 states, killing 7-8 people while on Meth-fueled psychotic rampage.

“But on the other, it’s a direct reflection on society’s crybaby political correctness,” cries big baby Marine.

I just can’t with these lengthy Instagram posts. No matter who the person is or what the person is saying, all my eyes see is a rambling rant that I want no part of.

I can’t wait to gif that. “Cheers, bitches”.

He borrowed Littlefinger’s.

That otter is me with a bowl of Cheetos.

Someone get Aunt Pitty Pat her smelling salts.